Amid the storm, a figure flew low over the sea, letting the rain lash his face and body without using the slightest power to resist it.
This drenched figure was none other than Qiu Tianxing, who had escaped Goldsource Island.
His gaze was cold and sinister, but his expression was resolute, carrying a measure of the sheer exhilaration of casting everything aside.
As time passed, the black clouds seemed to press lower, and the distant sky gradually darkened. Evening had come once again.
Just then, an island suddenly appeared on the sea ahead.
Amid the raging sea and terrifying waves, the lights faintly visible in the gloom were like fireflies in the night, drawing his attention.
Qiu Tianxing wiped a hand across his face, silently changing his appearance. Then the water on his body evaporated, and Gang Qi spread outward to form a barrier.
Before long, he had assumed an unfamiliar middle-aged face and dressed himself as a rogue cultivator.
He headed straight for the Market Ward ahead, borrowing the teeming presence of countless people in the vast mortal world to conceal his movements.
"I secured them in the end. From now on, I'm a fish swimming in the open sea, free and unfettered!"
Qiu Tianxing was rather pleased with himself.
This time, he had abandoned his friends and family, his old acquaintances, the estate he had built over many years, and his bloodline descendants. But to a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator who had lived for thousands of years, none of that truly amounted to much.
The friends, family, old acquaintances, and bloodline descendants he truly cared about had all died of old age thousands of years ago. Those who remained were merely later generations linked to him by a little karma and affinity.
They were scarcely any different from